“Delusion arises from anger. The mind is bewildered by delusion. Reasoning is destroyed when the mind is bewildered. One falls down when reasoning is destroyed.”
When everyday seems shorter and more fleeting than the last, when every step seems more difficult, when every action seems more worthless, when you can feel the circus of life encouraging you to submit, get the hell off the unicycle, and choose the trainer’s whip. Better to be whipped to death now than submit for a lifetime.
A huge portion of the world is so deluded they actually believe they are the whip holder. They believe their job, their family, their friends, their dreams, their lives are all on the unicycle of existence. They believe they snap the whip and the party starts. They believe they control the circus. Some actually believe they are in charge of the bear of life. Wrongfully, there is never ownership or control over the wild animal of life.
Some individuals use every outlet possible to numb themselves from the unicycles. They do their best to plan for every variable, to have every contingent accounted for. Control freaks make themselves feel better by masquerading as the whip holder and calling life the trick-performing bear. What they don’t realize is that both the bear and the trainer are controlled by the circus, and until you give up caring about what the crowd thinks, you’re no different than an animal doing tricks for applause.
It’s hard to say which is worse. The trainer fooling themselves into believing they have control over the wild animals called life. The bear of existence. Or the majestic, strong creature trapped, cagged, whipped, deameaned and broken. Forced to play for the crowd. Forced to live as everyone else tells him to rather than how nature created him to.
Many of us, today, have the same lifeless eyes as the bear. Lost is his will to fight back. So unlike the trainer who fights to rule over creatures who have already given up. What good is a king with a congregation full of trick-performing bears? So many, simply, accept every morsel given to us by the circus. We eventually believe it. We eventually ride the cycle just so others caught in the same circus won’t whip us. We cease to live long before we die.
Yet there lives another very small group we all can be a part of. A group that costs nothing, and gives everything. A group of people who hate the circus, and are scared shitless of clowns.
These creatures that exist outside of life’s circus are often written into obscurity because they intended to free the bears. They plan to open the eyes of the fake trainers. These people are called Anarchists, Revolutionaries, Idealists. They are few, but when they speak the circus listens and the big top crumbles.
When a revolutionary frees the bears and takes the whips they become a threat. Maybe that is the only way to set the whip down, or get off the unicycle. The only way to truly help this circus become a celebration is to threaten and challenge those we feel in our hearts to be wrong. To stop this balancing, trick-performing existence all we have to do is never be afraid to show our teeth, run to the crowd and scare them into leaving the circus rather than applauding a prison masked as a show.
Become a threat. Become legend. Become more than that which can be whipped. Become more than the desire to whip. Bring down the big top by leaving the circus and saving the world.
“CrossFit Games 2011″
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